Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: Lostiawen

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: VM/OB

Summary: Viggo´s not as vanilla as he thinks. 

Archive: Please ask.

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings: This is for the whole series - BDSM, harsh language, toy use, extreme kink (specifics will be posted per chapter)

Warnings this chapter: bondage

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, none of this really happened.  The author is not associated with or is implying anything about the sexual preferences or the lives of the people depicted within. 

Author´s Notes: I realize that this series is very similar to "Rewarded" but I received express permission from Elizabeth to write this fic (and besides, I´m a co-conspirator on "Rewarded". ) Thank you again, babe, for your support, encouragement, and your extensive help! (Sean's whispered line to Viggo is all hers!)

Apologies if this chapter is a bit rough, RL is beating me up right now. 

Posted Sept.  25, 2003.

It´s a perfect day today. The sun´s out, the surf is gently crashing along the rocks, there´s no work today, and the most beautiful man in the world is resting with his head in my lap, sharing a glass of port with me. 

Orli was good on his word, and he packed a wonderful picnic basket for the two of us. I reach for a bit of bread, but he stops me. "Let me do that. I´m supposed to be spoiling you, remember?" 

I laugh as he sits up so that he can cut off a small bit of brie. He carefully spreads it on a slice of bread and then holds it in front of my mouth. 

I let him feed me, and when only a tiny morsel is left, I wrap my lips around his fingers, sucking on them and swirling my tongue lasciviously over the pads. I watch his eyes flutter shut before I release his fingers and go back to calmly sipping my port. 

Orli glares and pouts at me. "You´re an evil man. Getting me all worked up like this and then leaving me hanging." 

"We´re on a public beach, baby. I doubt that anyone would appreciate us fucking out in the open." 

"Then why´d you ask me to pack the lube? I made sure that we were prepared." 

I stare at Orli. "That was a joke." 

Orli pouts. "And I grabbed everything we could possibly need only to have you whinge about possibly showing your bum."  Figures. Orli always has sex on his mind. Not that I´m far behind, but I like to think that I´m a little more sensible. 

"I really don´t think anyone wants a free show." 

Orli snorts loudly. "So says the man who takes his clothes off at the drop a hat for the camera. Shit, I´m surprised that you didn´t start stripping as soon as Pete said, ´Action.´"

I feign being insulted. "Excuse me?" 

"I can just imagine it..." Orli stands up and tries to mimic Peter´s hand gestures and voice. "Viggo, we have a scene coming up where we need you to get nak...oh, never mind, I see you already have your clothes off." 

"Aren´t you exaggerating just a bit?" 

Orli grins at me and continues waving his hands around. "No, I´m sorry, Viggo, we won´t need you for another half an hour. No, you can *not* wander around the set naked. I need Philippa to be able to talk, and she can´t do that if her tongue is dragging on the ground. At least put your knickers back on, you´re giving all of the blokes an inferiority complex." 

I look skeptically at Orli. "You´re exaggerating just a bit, aren´t you? My cock´s not that large." 

Orli rolls his eyes. "Not that large, my arse. Your dick is 19.41 centimeters long." 

"What?" 

"Your dick is exactly 19.41 centimeters long," he says patiently, as if he´s trying to explain something simple to me. "I measured it one morning while you were asleep."  He´s grinning from ear to ear now. 

"You´re insane."  I can´t believe he did that. 

Orli creeps closer to me and purrs, "Can I help it if I wanted to know exactly how well endowed you are? I love the way your cock feels when you´re fucking me, Vig, and I just had to know."  Shit, since when did his voice get so sexy? He´s dropped it slightly to a throaty rumble and something about it is shooting straight to my dick. 

His lips brush against mine and he continues speaking in that sinful as hell voice, "I´d love to have you bend me over right now, and give me a good hard shagging right here on the sand until I´m screaming with every thrust."  I can barely breathe, and Orli strokes my face. 

His fingers drift lower, lightly dancing over my chest. His dirty talking has got me so worked up that I forget about my earlier protests that we´re out in public. But my gonads are telling me that it´s okay because Orli´s body is screening us, and who am I to argue with what sounds like great advice right now? 

He twirls his fingers in my chest hair, following the trail down to the waistband of my swim trunks. He smiles as his fingers dip lower to ghost over my hard cock. 

"Vig..." he whispers. 

"Yes?"  I say, leaning in closer. He continues to caress me with those butterfly light touches, making my cock pulse in response. 

"If you want more, you´ll have to catch me first," Orli says with a laugh as he jumps up and sprints towards the surf, blowing a very long raspberry at me. 

"You bastard!"  I yell as I follow him. Orli runs faster than I do, but I manage to tackle him before he gets too far away from me and we both land in the shallow end of the tide, tumbling about. I manage to roll on top of his lower torso. 

He splashes a huge amount of water right in my face and giggles when I sputter indignantly. I grab his wrist, and he splashes me with his other hand. I try to grab it, which forces me to shift my weight off of him a bit. 

Turns out that was what the scamp was waiting for. I vaguely feel his legs gaining purchase beneath me and then I´m suddenly flipped onto my back. While I´m still surprised, Orli grabs my arms and pins them to my sides. 

I try to throw him off, but he´s surprisingly strong for his build. His arms are actually quite muscular from all of those hours of archery practice, and every time I manage to force myself up, he slams me down again. 

I almost manage to gain the upper hand when I suddenly become painfully aware of the press of his body against mine. A wave of lust sweeps over me and I feel myself getting hard as a rock despite the fact that there´s about an inch of cold water lapping around me. I look into Orli´s eyes, shuddering when I see how black they´ve become. 

I temporarily lose my concentration and Orli manages to push me deeper into the water. "Ha! Filthy human, take your bath like a man!"  he crows as the tide swirls around me. 

All right, that´s a mood breaker. I heave as hard as I can and I just barely flip him off of me. He lands in the wet sand with a "Whuff!" 

Before he can recover I wrap my arms around his waist, haul his body off the ground, and dunk him into the incoming tide. 

He sputters for a bit, and I crack up as he struggles out of my grip and glares at me. His mohawk is plastered at an awkward angle on his head and he reminds me of an indignant kitten that just got rained on. 

"Human scum!"  he growls, getting up to tackle me again. Because I wasn´t paying attention, he succeeds in knocking me back onto my ass. 

We tumble about for a bit and I´m about to get the upper hand when Orli gives me a wedgie. I have no idea what kind of noise I just made, but Orli falls off of me and is rolling on the sand now, howling with laughter. 

"Fuck, Vig..." he chokes out, "I didn´t think your voice went that high." 

I glare at him. "Quiet, you." 

He rolls on the ground some more, laughing until tears are forming. He finally sucks in a shaky breath and looks at me, trying to keep himself from bursting into another giggling fit. 

I´m still looking balefully at him and he creeps forward on all fours and says, "Awww, I´m sorry, Vig. Peace?"  Shit, he´s turning on the puppy dog eyes. 

"Peace," I say, leaning in to kiss him. "Let´s go home and make use of that lube." 

Orli´s face lights up with one of his megawatt smiles as he scampers back to our picnic site to pack everything up. 

***

God, why do I keep replaying our little wrestling match in the surf in my mind? Shit, I´m obsessing on it worse than a horny teenager, and I have the hard-on to go with it. Bad thing to do in the Cuntebago on a Monday morning. 

Come on, Viggo, concentrate on your work. Look over the latest script changes...what??? I barely avoid spewing my coffee on the paper, but I wind up coughing a bunch as it goes down the wrong pipe. Lea looks concerned, but I wave my hands about to indicate that I´m okay and she resumes applying my make-up. 

Sean says from his chair, "Something wrong, Vig?" 

"Uh, no."  Shit. Fran changed the death scene so that I have to lie on *top* of Sean now. Time to think of something unpleasant. Anything... Uruk-Hai orgies, Saruman in a pink tutu...

Orli bounces in at that moment in his full Legolas gear. "Morning, everyone!"  he calls out brightly before he winks at me. 

Damnit, *why* do those leggings have to be so tight? Oh, and of course he´s bending over to rummage for something. Someone just kill me now. 

Lea gives me a final look over and says, "That´s the last of your dirt and blood. You´re all ready to go, Viggo." 

Orli picks up Aragorn´s shirt from the chair I had draped it over. He says, "I´ll help you into your costume, Vig." 

I breathe a sigh of relief. At least Orli won´t complain about my raging erection. I´m already wearing the undershirt for my costume, so I pull off the napkin tucked into my collar and hold my arms out. He carefully puts my shirt on, and fastens it closed. 

I smile at him and he reaches for my pants. I step into them as he holds them open and he pulls them up. While I´m pulling the laces tight, Orli quickly grabs my ass and squeezes it. I suddenly drop the ties and Orli grabs them, murmuring, "Let me do that, Vig, you´re all thumbs today." 

Of course, as he´s tying them, he rubs his thumb over my cock. Note to self: take the impatient elf home after work and fuck him as slowly as possible as revenge. 

I glower at Orli and he gives me his best innocent look before slowly licking his lips. Shit. Evil fucking elf. I´m sure those ears are really devil horns. My cock feels like it´s hitting my chin now. Growling something foul under my breath, I grab my coat and belt it closed, hoping that it´ll cover my hard-on. 

Orli grins annoyingly at me, his eyes glinting with mischief. I´m about to chastise him when Sean claps a hand on my shoulder. 

"Time to be king, mate," he says. Damn, I was hoping to give Orli a piece of my mind, but it´ll have to wait. 

Good thing it takes a while for everybody to set the scene up. It´ll give my cock some time to settle down. Orli has wisely decided to steer clear of me, opting instead to chase Dom and Billy around the set. 

I try to concentrate on my script when I hear a loud girly shriek. Looking up, I see that Orli has tackled Billy and they´re wrestling on the ground together. Orli is trying to hold himself back because he needs to stay pristine looking, so Billy has a slight handicap in his favor. Still, Orli eventually gets the upper hand and he rolls on top of Billy, reaching down with one hand to tickle the poor hobbit mercilessly. 

Needless to say, my body immediately remembers our little incident at the beach and my cock becomes throbbingly hard. Damnit. Think dirty diapers, roadkill... 

"Viggo, I need you and Sean over here," Peter calls. 

Fuck. I take a couple of slow breaths, and concentrate as much as I can. I breathe a sigh of relief when I feel my cock soften a bit. Good enough. My coat´s pretty thick, and Sean´s wearing a lot of layers. 

Peter has Sean lie down in the leaves and I get on top of him. Damnit, those extra layers may as well be gauze, because his body feels damn good. Too good... 

"Viggo? That had better be Anduril..." Sean whispers. 

What? Shit shit shit! Looks like my hard-on is back in full force. Thank God Sean´s being professional about this. 

Peter says, "Sean, could you put your arm on Viggo?"  Oh fuck. Well, here goes nothing. 

"Action!"  Peter says. 

"They took the little ones!"  Sean says. Don´t think about how good it feels to have him grab you; don´t think about Orli wrestling with you...

"Be, um, Sean..."

"Cut!"  Damnit. Concentrate, Viggo, concentrate. 

I blow a number of takes, mostly because my stupid dick won´t behave. Peter finally calls a break and Orli comes up and hugs me. 

"I´m sorry that I was such a wanker earlier. If I had known that you´d have this much trouble, I would´ve laid off." 

He looks at me with such concern that I just can´t stay mad at him. "Don´t worry about it, baby. My cock just has a mind of its own today." 

Orli grins and says, "I think I can help with that." 

"Oh?" 

He walks a little bit ahead of me, swaying his ass provocatively. He pauses and turns his head a bit to look at me. "Fancy a shag in the Cuntebago?"  he purrs in that same sexy voice he used on the beach. 

I growl, "Hell, yes."  Of course, Orli immediately sprints for the trailers as soon as I finish my sentence. But I have no trouble keeping up with him: those leggings are a great incentive for me to run faster. 

We reach the trailer in record time and Orli locks the door behind us before he hurriedly strips off his weapons and starts unlacing the lower half of his costume. I´m following suit, cursing about the multiple layers that I have to remove as I pull off my boots. I need to sink my cock into Orli *now*. 

Orli finishes stripping before I do and he pulls open a drawer in his area. Why am I not surprised that he keeps lube in here? 

My fingers are still dealing with the ties, so Orli dives in to help, swiftly unknotting everything and yanking down my briefs and pants. Before I can finish stepping out of them, he grabs my cock. 

"Already dripping?"  he continues purring. Fuck, he should bottle that voice as an impotence cure. "And what´s got you so worked up?" 

"You."  Okay, that´s a partial fib, but I still haven´t figured out my little obsession, and I want to sort it out first. 

Once I´m free of everything, Orli rubs the lube onto my cock and then he bends over, bracing his hands against the wall. 

He pushes his ass out so that it nudges against my cock. I let out a small grunt, and Orli turns to gaze at me over his shoulder. He repeats that slow lip-lick from this morning. 

Whatever control I had left just evaporates. I grab Orli´s hips roughly and plunge into him with one thrust. 

"Oh yeah!"  Orli hisses. God, he´s incredibly tight and hot right now. I grunt and start slamming into him, watching myself fuck his sweet little ass. Orli starts moaning shamelessly, so I clap my gloved hand over his mouth to keep him quiet. 

He mewls as loudly as he can in response and he arches back, tossing his blond hair over his shoulders as I pound into him. One hand snakes down between his legs and he´s stroking his cock in time to my frantic thrusts. 

I make an incoherent noise and continue to pound into him, losing myself in his hot body. Oh fuck, Orli´s just pulled his head back and he´s wrapped his lips around the tip of my index finger, just above where the glove stops. 

His tongue starts dancing over the pad, tracing wicked little patterns. My brain is already melting from how decadent he looks, and then he starts rotating his hips. 

Shit. That´s it. I start fucking Orli as hard as I can, shoving him forward from the impact of my thrusts. He clamps down as hard as he can on me and I just lose it. I thrust deep into him once and then my orgasm hits me like a jackhammer, causing me to dig my nails into his hips as my whole body shakes. 

As I´m floating back down, Orli moans around my fingers and his hand blurs on his cock. He voices a muffled cry and then he comes hard, splashing on himself. I kiss the back of his neck until his body stops quivering. Once he´s calmed down, I pull out slowly, causing us both to moan a bit. Even though I´m still feeling a bit unsteady, I somehow manage to reach for some tissues and clean the two of us. 

As Orli straightens up, he winces. "Shit, forgot about my back." 

I kiss him softly on the lips. "I´ll work on it when we get home." 

Orli hugs me and then starts dressing. "Think you´ll be able to concentrate now?" 

"Yeah. Thanks," I say, nuzzling his neck. 

Orli squirms. "Make-up will have a fit if you smear some of that blood on me. Come on, filthy human, get dressed so that we can shoot your death scene." 

"Yes, sir," I say sarcastically. Orli sticks his tongue out at me. 

"Cheeky."  He looks at a clock near the make-up mirror. "Shit, you´d better hurry if you don´t want to scandalize Sean when he comes looking for us." 

"All right," I say, dressing as fast as I can. I get myself together, and we return to the set, hopefully for a more productive afternoon. 

***

Well, not only were we productive, but we pulled off Boromir´s death scene so well that everyone was applauding after the take. Maybe I should fuck Orli through the wall of the trailer more often before we shoot. I *know* he´d be all for it. 

I´m waiting outside of make-up right now, and Orli finally comes out. He´s walking a bit stiffly and I wrap my arms around him as soon as he´s within reach and pull him close. 

"Let´s go back to your place and I´ll work on your sore muscles." 

He presses his head against my chest. "Sounds heavenly." 

I ruffle his mohawk. "I´ll drive."  Hmm, no smartass comeback. Shit, that must mean he´s really hurting, poor baby. 

Keeping that in mind, I try to keep our drive back relatively smooth. I briefly stop off at my place to grab some massage oil for his back and some extra clothes for myself, but that´s it. I need to work on those tight muscles as soon as possible. 

As soon as we pull up into his driveway, I say, "I´ll draw a bath for you. Do you have any Epsom salts around?" 

"There´s a giant box of it under the sink." 

"Good. Just relax on the couch until I´m ready for you."  I go into the bathroom and start the water running. Fortunately, the salts are easy enough to find. I empty a good quantity under the running water and then I take off my clothes while I´m waiting for the tub to fill. 

It quickly reaches the right level and I check the temperature one last time before I go to fetch Orli. He´s lying on the couch, still fully clothed. 

"Do you need help undressing?" 

He sits up slowly. "I just need help pulling my t-shirt off. That´s when my muscles really give me what for." 

I cluck my tongue. "Let me do everything. You just rest."  I strip him efficiently, making sure that he uses his back as little as possible. Once he´s naked I say, "Do you need help getting to the tub?" 

He smiles a bit. "I´m too heavy for you to carry, Vig. And I don´t fancy my boyfriend getting a hernia. I´ll be fine."  Waving me off, he starts hobbling towards the bathroom. 

Despite his protests, I keep a close eye on him. The last thing any of us needs is his klutziness to kick in right now. Strangely enough, he´s pretty agile at dodging everything that´s littering the floor. Guess it´s true what they say about body memory. 

As Orli sinks into the water he moans aloud, "Christ, that´s fantastic."  He sighs in relief and I kiss the top of his head. 

"Don´t lean back," I say as I reach for the massager head. I adjust it and turn the water on. The streams are pulsing out at the gentlest setting, and I start running the warm water over Orli´s aching muscles. 

He lets out a gusty sigh and his eyes flutter closed as he starts relaxing. I run my hands over the knots, gradually increasing the intensity until Orli is constantly making small noises. 

I smile and I say, "Time for your massage." 

Orli whines, "Do I have to move?" 

"Yes. Or else I´ll carry you." 

"Uppity scruffy humans," he mutters as he gets out, splashing a lot of water on the floor. I immediately grab a big, fluffy towel and wrap it around him. 

"Vig, are you trying to buff my skin or something?"  he laughs as I start drying him briskly. 

"Just making sure that your muscles don´t get cold," I say in a businesslike manner. Once I´m done, I say, "Bed." 

"Yes, o mighty ranger," Orli says sarcastically. Good, he´s starting to feel better. 

While he´s settling down on the mattress, I turn the heat up in the room before I grab the oil and head into the kitchen. Thank God I decided to wash the dishes on the weekend, or else it would take me forever to find a clean bowl for the oil. 

Once I´ve found something appropriate, I pour some of the oil in and heat it up in the microwave. When I return to the bedroom, Orli´s lying face down on the mattress, tapping his finger impatiently. 

"Looks like you´re feeling better already," I laugh. 

"Not good enough. I´m still really sore," he mumbles. 

"Then I have just the thing for you," I say as I straddle his buttocks. 

Orli lets out a long purr as I touch his back after rubbing some warm oil on my hands. I don´t pay attention to it, since I need to focus on finding the knots on his muscles. There they are. My fingers start kneading them gently, and Orli lets out more gusty sighs. 

As I work out all of the tightness, Orli´s entire body relaxes and begins turning into a puddle beneath me. He´s purring constantly now, and the sound finally registers in my brain. My cock begins to stir as I become aware of his bare ass underneath me. 

As I lean forward to work on his shoulders, I think about what a delicious image this makes. Then my brain suddenly reverses our positions, and Orli is straddling me instead. He´s also reached forward to pin my arms above my head. I can´t move at all and I just helplessly writhe in his grasp. 

Fuck. I feel *very* turned on right now. I hear a mumble from Orli as my hard cock nudges his ass. 

"Mmm, someone´s happy," Orli says drowsily. "Maybe I should tweak my back more often." 

I keep rubbing his back while I think about this. Shit, thought our quickie this afternoon took care of these fantasies. And burying them hasn´t worked...face it, Viggo, you need to get this out of your system. 

God, I´m not sure how to tell Orli about this, though. I´ve never wanted to be restrained before, but the mere thought of Orli holding me down is just making me burn. 

Okay, here goes nothing..."Orli?" 

"Hmm?"  he says. 

"Do you remember when, uh..." Shit, come on, Viggo, think of this as a role or something. "Um, when we wrestled in the water on the weekend?" 

"Uh huh," Orli mumbles. 

"Well, um..." my voice catches. "Um...I, uh, really liked it when you had the advantage...and I wanted to do something, uh, kind of like that." 

"Mmm..." Orli replies and then his breathing gets heavier and more relaxed. Shit, did my job too well. He´s fast asleep. 

I crawl into bed after him. Good thing he passed out, I don´t think I have the balls to go through with it, anyway. 

I curl up against his side. Our call is late tomorrow, but I don´t feel like staying up. I watch his face for a bit before I fall asleep, happy to be with him. 

***

When I wake up, Orli´s face is hovering just above mine. What a lovely vision to wake up to. 

"Morning, sleepyhead," he says before he gives me a kiss. 

"Morning." 

"How´d you sleep?"  He strokes my face gently, and I smile at him. 

"Fine."  I start to get up, but Orli puts a hand on my shoulder. 

"Don´t get up yet. Viggo, what exactly did you ask me about last night?" 

Oh fuck. He remembered. I turn bright crimson. I brace myself for the inevitable jibe. 

Orli gently cups my face and says, "I heard some of it...enough to know that I want to hear the rest." 

"Uh..." Shit, wish he wouldn´t be so understanding. It´s actually making this more difficult. 

"Viggo. Don´t feel embarrassed. If you want something, anything from me, just ask. But you have to ask." 

Damnit, I know he´ll be understanding...he´s done so much more than what I want, but this is just such a big leap from what I´m used to. 

"Um...remember the beach?" 

Orli´s eyes dance mischievously. "That was a great water fight, yeah? I had a great time." 

"Well..." God, I´m forty-fucking-one years old, why am I blushing like a teenager trying to ask a girl out for the first time? "Um...you, uh, wondered what got me so worked up yesterday?" 

He nods patiently. 

"Erm, I really...liked it when you had me pinned."  I want to look down, but Orli´s hands on my face stop me. He looks at me, waiting for my next few words, no reaction flickering in his eyes. 

What? I expected some interest at least. Hasn´t he been poking fun at me for being vanilla? Shouldn´t he feel really happy? What the hell...

Wait. Now I see it. He doesn´t want to pressure me at all, and he wants to make sure that this purely my choice. God, I love this man. 

I suddenly feel my embarrassment evaporate. "Orli," I say, my voice suddenly steady. "Could you tie me up this morning?" 

"Are you sure?" 

I resist the urge to swallow nervously. "Yes. I´m very sure." 

His eyes suddenly dance and he gives me a dazzling smile. "I´d be delighted," he says before he gives me a huge kiss. 

When we part, he kisses me briefly on the nose before he dives off the side of the bed and hauls the box out. I expect him to do the typical Orli-fumble-and-hunt for things, but he surprises me by promptly removing a set of leather restraints. 

"I want you to check these out before I use them. Just so that there won´t be any surprises for you," he says as he tosses them onto the bed. 

Orli´s no-nonsense attitude makes my nervousness completely evaporate. I pick up the cuffs. They´re made of sturdy leather and instead of locking like standard handcuffs, there´s a buckle that fastens them shut. Each set has a ring sewn into it and there´s what looks like a snap clip from a horse bridle hanging from the metal loop. Each cuff is lined with very soft fake fur and it looks like one set is sized specifically for wrists while the other is for the ankles. 

I whistle. "Orli, these are really well made. They must have been expensive." 

He grins. "There was a reason why I was broke most of the time I was in Guildhall." 

"But how do you fasten these to the bed? The clip´s not wide enough." 

He reaches into the bottom of the box and pulls out some nylon stockings. "I usually tie these onto the bedposts first. Once I knot them, they´ll pretty much stay." 

A light goes on in my head. "Is that what all that crashing around was on my first night over?" 

He flushes. "Didn´t want to scare you off." 

I smile at his consideration. "Thank you," I say as I give him a deep kiss. When we come up for air, I touch my forehead to his. I pitch my voice lower and growl, "So are you going to tie me up, elf boy?" 

"Demanding bastard," Orli says with a laugh. "Get on the bed, you, and lie on your back." 

I comply, and he jumps onto the bed and straddles me. "Now, Vig, if I do *anything* that makes you uncomfortable, tell me and I´ll let you go immediately. No questions asked, no pressure to finish what we started. Is that okay?" 

"Yes."  Shit, now I know how Orli feels. I´m getting very impatient, and I want him to tie me up right this minute. Orli leans over me to knot the stockings to the posts on the headboard, and then he buckles a set of cuffs to my wrists. He checks the fit, and then he clips them around the nylon. He repeats the process on my ankles, and I´m now spread eagled on the bed. 

He pauses and says, "Now, technically, you *can* get out if you need to. You can unsnap the clip with your fingers and then getting the rest off will be a doddle." 

I look confused. I thought the point of this was to *not* be able to escape? 

As if he´s read my mind, Orli strokes my cheek. "It´s a safety issue. If I get a great bloody back spasm or if something else happens, you need to be able to get out so that you can help." 

Orli pauses, then says quietly, "Not that you want to right now..."

I moan softly. He´s turned on that decadent voice of his and it´s playing havoc on my sanity. 

"That´s right, you can´t move at all, Vig. You´re helpless now, and I can do what I want to you," he purrs, his black eyes raking over my body. 

My cock jumps up immediately and starts dripping. My body is aching all over and I´m just dying for him to touch me. Fuck, I´ve *never* felt like this before with anyone. 

Orli´s eyes linger on my erection, and there´s just something about that smoldering gaze that´s making me shake inside. He licks those full lips of his slowly and says, "Mmm, you have a beautiful cock, Viggo. And it´s all mine now. I can´t wait to ride it, to have it sink into my hot arse." 

Holy fuck. I feel like I´m going to burst and he hasn´t even laid a hand on me yet. 

Orli locks his eyes on mine as he prowls up to my side, gliding smoothly. His gaze is completely predatory as he inches closer and it makes me realize how vulnerable I am right now. A small noise escapes my throat, and I feel my body shaking slightly. I´m also getting even more turned on, and I don´t think I can talk anymore. 

Orli reaches out and I hold my breath. His hand starts lightly stroking my neck, and sending huge tingles shooting through my entire body. I gasp out loud and his lips curl up in a wicked smile. 

He dips down into the box and pulls out a faux-fur mitt. He grins as he pulls it on and glides it over my chest, avoiding my nipples. 

The soft fur is incredibly sensuous, and I try to wriggle as he brushes it over me. The cuffs are keeping me pinned, though, so all I can do is lie there and let him have his way. 

"God, Vig, you have no idea how sexy you look when your muscles flex like that. But don´t worry, no matter how much you pull, you´ll never get free. Not unless I want you to." 

His hand drifts lower, ghosting over my hipbones. I squirm as I feel the mitt glide silkily against my skin. The tingles have now turned into small shocks and I´m starting to ache deep inside my groin. I groan softly and try to roll my body so that I can rub my cock against his hand, growling in frustration when I find out that I still can´t move. 

"Uh uh. You´re used to being in charge, aren´t you? Well, forget it, Viggo. I´m in control now, and I´ll decide when you can come." 

Oh, holy fuck. His husky words are making my whole body throb right now, and I just want him to touch my cock. My tongue is so thick now that I´m having trouble getting it to work. 

"Orli?"  I say. God, my voice sounds incredibly small. 

"Yes?"  he says, running the mitt up the inside of my leg. I choke off a reply and I try to get some contact. The sadistic bastard pulls it away just as it brushes over the base of my cock. 

"Damnit! Stop teasing me!" 

Orli grins. "If you want to get off, you´ll have to stop being so cheeky."  He brushes the fingers of his left hand against the head of my erection, picking up a good deal of pre-come. As I start squirming again, he closes his eyes and sucks his fingers lasciviously. 

Fuck. Need to be inside him *now*. Now, damnit. I pull on my bonds as hard as I can, moaning loudly. 

Orli positions himself so that his lips are barely brushing the tip of my cock. "What do you want, Vig?"  he purrs, blowing hot breath over my sensitized skin as he talks. My shaft is now throbbing uncontrollably and I whimper at him. 

"Hmm?"  he says, his tongue darting out to give my dick a feather light touch. 

That first contact to my aching cock just electrifies my entire body like I stepped on a live wire. 

"God!"  I scream, arching up and pulling on the cuffs until the bed-frame creaks. "Fuck, Orli... finish me off, please...I can´t take any more! Please!" 

I let out a sob of relief when I see Orli reaching for the lube. "So needy," Orli husks as he rubs lube onto my cock. 

"Please, Orli. I need to be inside you now." 

Orli smiles and climbs on top of me. His eyes are blazing as he positions my dripping cock at his entrance. 

Goddamnit, hurry up..."Orli..." My complaint suddenly fades into an incoherent gurgle as he spears himself on me. 

"Christ!"  Orli moans as he slides me all the way in. His body is shaking from the abrupt penetration. The heat from his ass around me is almost volcanic, and he looks so hot perched on me, eyes closed, muscles tensed, mouth slightly open. I have no idea if I can last at all. I feel like I´m going to burst. 

Smirking, his hands snakes down and he starts stroking his rock hard erection. That´s it; he´s trying to kill me. I try to buck upward, but Orli leans slightly back with his full weight, keeping me down. 

"You feel like you´re going to lose it at any moment, Vig, and I need to warm myself up a little," he says throatily, rubbing his thumb against the underside of his cock. 

When I make a small noise of complaint, he squeezes his ass around me, causing my eyes to roll back into my head. 

"Just lie back and enjoy," he purrs, tugging on his shaft some more. I see some moisture beading out of the tip, and I lick my lips, craving to wrap my mouth around him and lap up that delicious fluid. 

Orli continues jacking himself off, giving me an occasional squeeze to torment me. He´s soon panting heavily and he rakes his eyes over me, the sheer lust in his eyes making me go weak inside. Every single cell inside of me is screaming for release, and I feel myself going insane from the waiting. 

"Please, Orli..." I whimper, not caring how shameless I sound, "I need you to move, I need you to fuck yourself on my cock...please, I can´t stand it any longer." 

Growling ferally, Orli plants his hands on either side of my head and begins riding me hard, thrashing and writhing as he plunges down on my cock. 

He bends over and kisses me hard, stabbing his tongue into my mouth to match his frantic pace. Fuck, this is too much...can´t...oh, God...YES! 

I scream into his mouth as I come hard, chanting his name as the world completely shatters around me. Somewhere in the distance I see his hand blurring on his cock and I hear him moan loudly as he climaxes with a shout, splashing hotly over my body. 

Mmm, I don´t want to move right now...everything´s nice and warm... skin´s tingling a bit...

"Vig?"  Orli´s voice says from far away. "Are you home?"

"Hmmm?"  I reluctantly try to make myself focus. My arms and legs are free. Shit, I must have really been out of it. 

Orli´s smiling gently at me. "You were really flying there." 

"Yeah," I reply, smiling goofily. He kisses me on the lips and I realize that he´s already cleaned us up. 

Orli smoothes back the damp hair from my forehead. "Well?" 

"That was fucking incredible." 

"Ever the poet," Orli says with a smile. "I love you." 

"And I love you," I say as I kiss him. "Please tell me that we don´t have to go to work today?" 

"Can´t tell you that, Vig." 

"Crap."  I look into his eyes. "I was hoping to do this again." 

Orli smiles and kisses me. "Well then, it´ll give you something to look forward to after work." 

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